The stage is set June 3, 2013

 


 

How big a role she (my poet friend) will play in the Hometown election remains to be seen.

It may be not possible to use her as openly as they appear to have when they tried to get her to do their dirty work while she was still employed with us.

A – who formerly covered Hometown – may not be as compromised as our poet friend, and our poet friend may be required to do more work behind the scenes.

With so much big money at stake, you have to believe they will not trust too much in what they might otherwise consider a small fry. Hometown is different from the towns where she’s worked up to now, and these players will likely bring in experienced hired guns, although I suspect, they may use A or even our poet, to make sure the coverage we provide will help candidate R.

Hometown politics goes beyond greed. It is a story filled with personal vendettas, ruthlessness and corruption, and the election will decide who will control things into the foreseeable future, and whether or not, R – as the shinning light for old hometown can take back what Z and her followers have taken during their time at the top.

This will be an ugly race. Both sides have ugly people doing ugly things, and those that get in the way are bound to get run over, not because it’s personal so much as nobody has time to mess with insignificant people.

You have to wonder if she (our poet friend) is ruthless enough to actually swim with the sharks, or will she be run over by the train. Yet, if she has influence on our Hometown reporter, D, then she will prove useful in the campaign, if for no other reason than to keep D from writing anything stupid or damaging to R.

Her influence inside our company may prove useful after all as the social engineer, since she apparently also has influence over one of our bosses as well as D, and not to mention our former temporary boss.

I suppose I’m still a danger to them, and so must be very careful I don’t come across as trying to derail their train.

Z has set the stage for the election by doing away with the runoff. This means Z will need to find a stooge to run a third ticket, someone who is old Hometown enough to siphon votes from R, and yet, not popular enough to actually win the election himself. This will have to be a really stupid person or someone utterly in the Z camp already.

Time will tell who plays what role, but it is clear the stage is set. We just need a program to determine the players.

 

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